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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.