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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.