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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.