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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.