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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.