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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.