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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.