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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.