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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.