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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.