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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.