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 Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.