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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.