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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.