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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Aswad,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.