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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Gong,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.