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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.