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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.