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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.