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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.