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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.