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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.