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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.