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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.