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 Albania 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.