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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.