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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.