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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.