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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Organ,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.