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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.