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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.