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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.