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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.