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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.