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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.