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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.