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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.