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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.