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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Neu!,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Television,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.