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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Moody Blues 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.