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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Television,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.