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 India and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.