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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.