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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.