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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.