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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Chrome,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Mars,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Deepchord,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.