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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Metal Thangz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Q65,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.