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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.