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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.