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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.