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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
The Standells,
The Move,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.