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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.