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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.