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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.