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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.