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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.