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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Crime,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.