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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.