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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.