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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.