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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.