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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.