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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.