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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.