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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
10cc,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.