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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Crime,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.