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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.