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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.