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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.