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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.