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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.