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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.