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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.