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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.