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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
JFA,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.