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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Zeros to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.