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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.