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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.