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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Index,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.