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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band 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?
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.