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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Smog,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.