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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.