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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.