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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.