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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.