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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
AZ,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.