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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.