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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.