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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Fear,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.