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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.