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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Television,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.