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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work 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 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.