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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.