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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.