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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.