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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.