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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.