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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.