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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.