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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Pagans,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.