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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.