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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.