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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.