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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.