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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.