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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.