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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Echospace,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
New Order,
The Motions,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.