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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.