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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
X-102,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Kayak,
Crime,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.