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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Slits,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.