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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.