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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.