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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.