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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.