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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.