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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Josef K 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.