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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s 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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.