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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
a-ha,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.