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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Nas,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.