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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.