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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Whodini,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.