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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Slave,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.