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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
The Move,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.