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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.