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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.