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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.