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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Flipper,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.