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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.