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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.