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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.