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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.