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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.