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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Human League,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.