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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.