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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.