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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alison Limerick 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
DNA,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.