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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.