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 Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.