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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.