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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.