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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.