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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.