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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.