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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.