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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.