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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.