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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.