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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Can,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.