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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.