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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.