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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
The Busters,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
The Martian,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.