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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.