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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Arab on Radar 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Monks,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.