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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Brick,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.