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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.