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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Can,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.