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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.