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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
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.