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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Smog,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.