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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.