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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cale to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.