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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Lakeside 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.