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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.