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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.