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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.