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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.