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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.