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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.