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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
PIL,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.