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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.