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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.