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 Oman and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.