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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.