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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.