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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.