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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.