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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.