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 Liechtenstein and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Lalann,
Index,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.