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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
the Association,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.