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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Can,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
New Order,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.