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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.