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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.