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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.