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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
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.