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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.