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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Smog,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.