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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
UT,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.