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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.