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 Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.