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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.