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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Index,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.