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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.