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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.