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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.