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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.