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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.