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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.