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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.