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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.