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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.