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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.