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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.