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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.