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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.