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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
X-101,
The Move,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.