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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.