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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.