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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.