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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.