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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
MC5,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.