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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.