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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.