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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.