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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.