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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.