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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.