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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
cv313,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Smog,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.