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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '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 Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.