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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.