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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.