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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.