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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
cv313,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Ronan,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.