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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.