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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.