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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.