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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smoke 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.