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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
The Monks,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.