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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Index,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.