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 Ghana 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
The Move,
T. Rex,
PIL,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.