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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.