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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.