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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 JFA to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.