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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.