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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.