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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.