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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.