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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Urselle,
The Evens,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.