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 United States 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.