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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.