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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Josef K,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.