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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.