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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.