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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Index,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.