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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.