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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.