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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agitation Free 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.