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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 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 Moebius 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.