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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.