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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.