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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Scion,
X-102,
Unwound,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.