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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.