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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.