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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yazoo 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.