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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.