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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.