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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.