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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.