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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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.