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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.