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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.