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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.