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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.