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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.