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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.