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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
UT,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.