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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Index,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.