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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Wings,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.