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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.