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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Kayak,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.