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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Scion,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.