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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.