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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.