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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.