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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.