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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.