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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.