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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
The Names,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.