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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Index,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.