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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Pole,
Franke,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.