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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
DNA,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.