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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.