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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.