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 North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.