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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.