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 France and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.