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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.