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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.