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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.