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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.