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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.