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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.