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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.