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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton 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.