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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.