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 Tuvalu 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.