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 Moldova 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.