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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.