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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.