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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.