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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
UT,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.