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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.