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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.