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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
DNA,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Babytalk,
UT,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.