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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.