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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.