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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
June Days,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.