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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.