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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Nas,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.