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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.