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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.