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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '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 Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.