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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.