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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.