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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes 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?
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.