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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Can,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.