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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.