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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.