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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.