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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Q65,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.