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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.