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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.