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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Q65,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.