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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Television,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.