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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.