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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Ludus,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.