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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.