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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.