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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.