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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.