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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.