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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.