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 Mexico 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.