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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.