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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.