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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.