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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
ABC,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.