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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.