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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.