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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.