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 Venezuela 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.