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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.