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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.