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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.