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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
MDC,
Whodini,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.