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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.