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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
June of 44,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.