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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.