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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The Move,
Niagra,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.