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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.