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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Shoche 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.