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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Brick,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.