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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.