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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.