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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.