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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Visage,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.