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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.