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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.