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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
the Association,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Lalann,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.