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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.