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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.