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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.