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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.