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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
AZ,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.