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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
June Days,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.