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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Can,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.