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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.