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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.