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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.