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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.