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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.