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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.