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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Technova,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.