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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.