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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.