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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.