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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.