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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.