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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.