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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.