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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Scientists,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Index,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.