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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Wings,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.