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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.