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 Palau and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.