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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.