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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.