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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Franke,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.