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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.