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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Technova,
June Days,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Scion,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.