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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.