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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.