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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.