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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.