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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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?
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.