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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.