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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.