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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.