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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.