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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.