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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
10cc,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.