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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.