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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.