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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.