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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
X-102,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.