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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.