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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Brick,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.