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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
10cc,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.