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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.