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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.