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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.