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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.