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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.