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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the funk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
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.