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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.