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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.