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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.