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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.