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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.