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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
CMW,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.