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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.