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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.