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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.