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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.