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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.