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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.