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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.