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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.