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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Hashim,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.