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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.