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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.