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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
UT,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.