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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Cramps to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.