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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.