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 Benin and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Television,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.