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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.