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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.