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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.