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 Guyana and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.