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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Crime,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.