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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.