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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.