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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Organ 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.