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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.