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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.