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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.