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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.