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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.