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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.