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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.