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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
ABC,
Section 25,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.