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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Fear,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.