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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.