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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.