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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy 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?
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.