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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.