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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.