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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.