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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Fear,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.