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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Technova,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.