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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.