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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.