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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.