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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Can,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.