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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.