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 South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.