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 Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 UT to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
The Names,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.