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 Syria 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.