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 United States 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Magma,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.