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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.