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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.