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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.