Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.