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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.