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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Wire,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.