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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.