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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.