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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.