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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.