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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
UT,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.