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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.