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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.