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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.