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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.