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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.