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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.