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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.