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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.