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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
X-102,
Whodini,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.