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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.