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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.