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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.