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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Magma,
Pole,
Wire,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.