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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.