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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.