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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.