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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.