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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.