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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.