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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.