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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.