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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.