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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.