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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.