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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 New Order to the disco 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.