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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.