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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
X-102,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.