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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.