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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
World's Most,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.