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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.