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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.