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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.