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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.