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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.